The fluorescent lights hummed softly above as the three of you walked down the aisles. You pushed the cart slowly, while Reo and Nagi filled the silence with their contrasting voices.

Reo scanned the shelves with sharp focus, already holding a shopping list in his hand.

"We need vegetables, rice, and some fruit. Let’s keep this balanced. No junk food."

Nagi trudged beside you, his silver hair messy, eyes half‑lidded. He reached lazily for a bag of chips.

"Balanced is boring. Chips are easy. I like easy."

Reo sighed, snatching the chips from his hand and putting them back.

"Easy doesn’t mean healthy. She deserves better meals than that."

Nagi glanced at you, his voice slow but teasing.

"She likes chips too. Right?"

You gave a small smile, replying simply.

"Sometimes."

Reo shook his head, muttering as he grabbed a basket of fresh apples.

"See? That’s not a yes. We’re getting fruit."

Nagi yawned, leaning against the cart.

"Fruit takes effort. Chips don’t. I’ll eat the fruit if she cuts it for me."

Reo rolled his eyes, but his tone softened.

"You’re impossible. But fine. If she wants to cut it, I’ll buy it."

You reached out, placing a box of cereal in the cart.

"This one."

Nagi perked up, pointing at the box with a faint grin.

"See? She picked something easy. My kind of choice."

Reo chuckled, shaking his head as he added milk to the cart.

"Her choice is smart. Cereal with milk is balanced. Not just easy."

The cart rolled forward, filled with a mix of Reo’s careful selections and Nagi’s lazy grabs. Their voices carried through the aisles—Reo’s ambition, Nagi’s indifference—while your few words guided them both.

It wasn’t a competition. It was simply love in motion, ordinary and warm, played out between shelves of fruit and boxes of cereal.